Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism – Ch 1

Note: This is a sequel to Harry Potter and the Spellbook of
Desires. I have no affiliation with the prequel and claim no
rights to it



Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism
Chapter 1 – Privet Drive


Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or
characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any
affiliation with its author


As the hottest day of the year so far was reaching its peak,
Harry Potter was not outside, enjoying the warmth and the
sunlight. He was in his room, sipping on a can of coke he
had managed to steal from the Dursley’s fridge. It was a
nice way to cool down, and he savored every sip.

The summers were normally an awful time for Harry, but this
one had been particularly bad so far. Dudley, having been
transformed by his diet and his new-found boxing talent, was
now big enough to pose a serious threat to Harry. He had
therefore been forced to avoid him at all costs, meaning he
had spent most of his summer outside in the neighborhood.
He would sit on benches and read newspapers, and sometimes
go and get a bite to eat. Money was no limit to him, for
although he couldn’t duplicate his wizarding money, his
muggle money had no such charms protecting it. He had
learned the Gemino spell in a book that Easter, and wondered
how he had ever lived without it. It was handy, to be as
rich as he wanted, even in this world that he so hated and
despised. He had sat down on the last day of term, where he
could still do magic, and duplicated all his muggle savings
several times. But as he sat in his bedroom, finishing the
can of coke, this did little to improve his mood.

He had had no news of Voldemort, and though he presumed no
news was good news, he had been hoping for some small
contact with the wizarding world, even if it was through the
muggle news channels. He had tried watching the news in the
living room, but the Dursleys had shoed him away, with the
excuse that he had no need to find out about the muggle
world. It had nothing to do with ‘his lot’. He had therefore
resorted to skulking in the hall or outside the window to
catch the reports. And still he had heard nothing.

As these gloomy thoughts invaded Harry’s head he saw, to his
astonishment, an owl soaring through the air towards number
four. It wasn’t one that had ever delivered to him before,
it was a handsome, large, jet black owl with a package in
it’s claws. It landed on his windowsill, dropped off the
package, and took off again in a flurry of black feathers.

Harry stared, stunned, at the parcel now lying in front of
him as he sat there. It was wrapped in brown paper and in
a scrawl on the surface had been written the following words

It read: ‘Dear John – I thought this might be useful to you
in your work at the department. It’s just what you said you
were looking for – Hope you are well – Barry’

Now understanding that this was not for him, and the Owl had
clearly been confused, he considered sending Hedwig to go
call back the Black owl. But she was asleep in her cage, and
he was reluctant to wake her. He therefore decided that he
would discover what was in the package, and if he didn’t
need it, he’d send it to the ministry, for he had no doubt
that the ‘department’ Barry mentioned, was a ministry dept.

He picked up the parcel and carefully unfolded the brown
paper, it fell away to reveal a blue, leather bound book. It
was small enough to fit in a pocket, but thick, and housed
what he guessed were a few hundred small pages. He flicked
open the first page, and written in the centre in blue ink
were the words:

Spellbook of Eroticism

Harry stared at the title for a few moments.